Mu Anxiao, to prevent the woman in the green dress from killing the women in the red and pink dresses, deliberately lured her to an open space not far from them.
Then, she stopped, turned to face the woman in the green dress who had also stopped and was glaring at her, said nothing, and slowly raised the long sword in her hand.
The woman in the green dress glanced at the long sword in Mu Anxiao's hand and said, "You think you can beat me? Dream on."
"..." Mu Anxiao remained silent. After appraising the woman in the green dress from head to toe, she thought, could it be that she could only use the 'jia' method?
As she pondered, her heart still fluttered with trepidation. After a slight wave of her long sword, she decided... she would first injure the woman in the green dress and see if it had any effect. If not, then she would use the 'jia' method!
"You're scared." The woman in the green dress, seeing Mu Anxiao's silence, narcissistically concluded this.
Mu Anxiao let out a soft snort, "I'm not scared of you at all." Saying this, she began her preparatory movements.
Immediately after, the woman in the green dress focused her gaze and attacked first.
Mu Anxiao swiftly blocked the sudden attack from the woman in the green dress with her long sword and then started running again.
The woman in the green dress frowned and pursued her.
A quarter of an hour later.
Mu Anxiao was forced back into the sight of Feng Qishi and the others by the woman in the green dress. At this moment, she stood with her back to them, her body covered in wounds, looking at the woman in the green dress who was wielding her long sword and clearly had the upper hand. Mu Anxiao said, "You're already injured." As she spoke, she glanced at the bleeding arm of the woman in the green dress.
Feng Qishi stared at the wounds on Mu Anxiao's back, his eyes widening.
The woman in the pink dress and the woman in the red dress looked at the wounded Mu Anxiao and the woman in the green dress, their hearts filled with anxiety.
However, due to Jia's instructions, they could only stand there and worry.
Jia, with his hands behind his back, looked at Mu Anxiao's retreating figure and shouted, "Mu Anxiao, kill her."
Upon hearing this, the women in the pink and red dresses widened their eyes and simultaneously looked at Jia.
Jia felt their gazes, and then, steadying his inner unease, he slowly tilted his head up to look at them.
The woman in the pink dress: "What do you mean by that?"
"Since you're letting her kill sister, you..."
Unexpectedly, before the woman in the red dress could finish speaking, Feng Qishi let out a low growl: "Shut up."
Subsequently, under Feng Qishi's cold admonition, they fell silent.
Lou Yi remained with his back to them, not uttering a single word.
During this time... due to their injuries, they hadn't noticed Lou Yi's presence at all.
Therefore, Lou Yi decided to maintain his posture.
Who knew that just when he thought everything was fine, the woman in the red dress shifted her gaze to him... she frowned slightly.
Under Feng Qishi's low growl, the woman in the pink dress dared not engage in further dialogue with Jia. Thus, she shifted her gaze to the woman in the red dress's face. "Sister, what are you looking at?"
"He looks so familiar." The woman in the red dress continued to stare at Lou Yi.
Upon hearing this, Jia quickly tilted his head up, looking at the woman in the red dress and the woman in the pink dress who had turned their attention to Lou Yi. He said, "I advise you to worry about your sister's safety." He deliberately said this to help Lou Yi avoid being discovered by them.
Lou Yi listened to Jia's voice behind him, his heart filled with gratitude.
Then, prompted by Jia, the woman in the red dress turned back to look at the woman in the green dress, who had flown high into the air and was once again fighting Mu Anxiao. Her eyes deepened.
The woman in the pink dress also shifted her gaze, worrying about the woman in the green dress's safety, and asked, "Are you that desperate for souls?"
Hearing this, Jia tilted his head up and asked the woman in the pink dress, "What do you mean by that?"
"Why would you..."
"Don't you know your sister knows the resurrection technique?" Jia, unwilling to exchange too many words with them, asked directly.
Upon hearing this, the woman in the pink dress frowned.
The woman in the red dress lowered her head and looked at Jia, "I know, but what does that prove? She's out of her mind. Even if she knows it, she can't save herself. I really don't understand what you're thinking."
"This is the way to detoxify," Jia said earnestly.
The woman in the red dress and the woman in the pink dress widened their eyes upon hearing this.
Jia: "Don't be surprised. Don't worry, I catch demon souls, not her." Saying this, he tilted his head up to look at Feng Qishi, who was staring down at him, and smiled.
Feng Qishi glared at Jia, then turned his gaze back to Mu Anxiao, who had landed steadily, clenching his fist.
After hearing Jia's words, the women in the pink and red dresses also fell silent, waiting for good news.
Outside.
Mu Anxiao dodged and weaved, blocking the woman in the green dress's various attacks with her sword.
The woman in the green dress, seeing the situation, also became annoyed. She then began to swing her sword wildly.
Mu Anxiao dodged quickly, and as she bent down, her long hair, which had been blown by the wind, was cut by the woman in the green dress.
The next second, a crisp snapping sound reached Mu Anxiao's ears. Mu Anxiao looked down at her falling hair strands, her eyes widening.
At the same time, the woman in the green dress retracted her long sword, reached out, and picked up a few strands of hair clinging to the blade. She sneered, "It seems you really cherish your hair." Saying this, she glanced at Mu Anxiao, who had not yet gotten up.
Mu Anxiao looked down at the large amount of hair that had fallen to the ground, her heart sinking. She slowly straightened up and retorted, "If I cut off your hair, would you be happy?"
"..." The woman in the green dress merely smiled, not speaking.
"You..."
"It seems that in your eyes, what is more important than your life is... your hair." The woman in the green dress said, looking down at the scattered hair strands on the ground, and chuckled, "Since that's the case, I'll start with your hair first..."
"You dare."
"See if I dare." Saying this, the woman in the green dress became completely emboldened. She raised her long sword and ran towards Mu Anxiao again.
This time, Mu Anxiao no longer dodged. She decided... to use Jia's method.
"You're forcing my hand," she said, gripping her long sword tightly. She immediately rushed forward, swinging her sword at the woman in the green dress, strike after strike.
The sound of clashing swords echoed all around.
Feng Qishi looked at Mu Anxiao's swift dodges and rapid attacks, and his heart felt a little more at ease.
Jia stood beside Feng Qishi, glanced at the hair scattered on the ground, and asked, "To enter the palace, do you need to consider hair length?" He tilted his head up.
Hair length?
Feng Qishi had not interacted much with women from the palace. Hearing Jia's question now, he was a bit taken aback. "I don't know," he said.
"Mu Anxiao's hair, such a large section was cut off, and now..." Jia glanced at Mu Anxiao's hair strands fluttering in the wind, and laughed, "Her hair is really quite short."
"..." Feng Qishi said nothing, only staring at Mu Anxiao.
Jia cautiously glanced at Feng Qishi, saying nothing.
A few minutes later.
Mu Anxiao kicked the woman in the green dress to the ground. Then, she stepped forward, bent down, and placed the tip of her sword against her heart, coldly spitting out three words, "I win."
The woman in the green dress looked at Mu Anxiao with a look of shock, her heart filled with apprehension, and the red glow in her eyes gradually dissipated.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao narrowed her eyes and said, "You can die now." As she spoke, she slowly raised her long sword.